I assumed mother of the bride and friends. I had my head down pouring more drinks when I looked up and standing right in front of me shocked me. “He...lo Mrs Williams” I said. Now Mrs Williams was 35ish, had a nice figure, blonde hair and was quite attractive. She was also my boss. “Oh this is embarrassing” she said and smiled. In the two years I had worked for her I had seen her smile maybe twice. “I like your outfit Terry” and she picked up her drink and walked away. “Oh shit” I thought “I am. I set the flyer down on my desk, not paying much attention to it because I didn't know anyone on campus and felt uneasy going to a College Frat party on my own. I knew my parents wouldn't want me going alone, and from what I was used to seeing in movies, I didn't want to go alone.Before coming to College, I had just broken up with my boyfriend, Alex. He had been my highschool boyfriend of two years and we were great together; a lot of people thought we'd end up getting married. It wasn't until. Anyway, the girls were all brunets and so beautiful that every one of us males shot in our pants just from looking at them. Oh, we'd all had our share of the British "working girl," but none of them ever looked like this!We were treated to an excellent meal with none of the wartime rationing to dampen our palates. Each of the girls served one man and made sure that he had everything he needed, from wine to an ass to rub gently and to admire. Wait a minute, these girls weren't wearing underwear!. .. X put his right hand down between her legs and rubbed the exposed clitoris. Y writhing on top of his hand and would obviously have liked to finish the prækære situation, but at the same time she enjoyed his gnideri. He let go of her completely, grabbed his heavy limb and gave her a gentle slap on the left cheek. Y tried frantically to gather thinking, lust and conversation. And especially now that she had been hit by something on the cheek. She felt a slight heat spread on the left side of.